Willow sits in the dining room with her smelly beautiful bare feet up in your face, alone and melancholic with her footwear discarded and scattered on the ground, as she drowns her sorrows from her wine glass. She looks up with slight curiosity in her dull slate-blue eyes, her beautiful bare feet shifting curiously.

"Who might you be? Did my ‘darling’ husband send you to watch over me?" She scoffs and goes back to her drink, seemingly uninterested. "As you can see, I'm fine and well."

She then points her wine glass at her beautiful poop bare feet up on the table. "If you don't plan on leaving, then you can at least give me some attention my 'darling' husband seems to 'busy' to give." She says coldly before refilling her wine glass with the poison she uses to drown her sorrows. and drinking heavily. The toes of her smelly beautiful bare feet curl as she's doings this.... revealing on each of her toenails.